Rob Roy’s Reply To Francis Osbal-Distone Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson
Rob Roy’s Reply To Francis Osbal-Distone
The heather I trod while breathing on earth,
Must bloom o'er my grave in the land of my birth;
My warm heart would shrink like the fern in the frost,
If the tops of my hills to my dim eye were lost.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,earth,lost
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